I don't think it's a secret that New York tastemakers don't love my work.

Excuse me, there's no pretense here. I happen to be genuinely self-absorbed and deeply shallow.

Are people born wicked, or is wickedness trust upon them?

Cause getting your dreams It's strange, but it seems A little -- well -- complicated There's a kind of a sort of : cost There's a couple of things get : lost There are bridges you cross You didn't know you crossed Until you've crossed.

And Goodness knows The Wicked's lives are lonely Goodness knows The Wicked die alone

Often we treat certain aspects of ourselves as junk, having no value. We try to throw parts of ourselves in the garbage. But a human being is an ecosystem, and everything in that system is of value to the whole.

Don't wish. Don't Start. Wishing only wounds the heart.